potty training. trying to explain volcanos. stretching groceries further than they want to go. with one beautiful sewing afternoon thrown into the mix.
kids were with a friend, windows were open, playlist blaring. oh good times, friends. putting my hand to something lovely does wonders for this heart. i got to finish these:
{if you live in Greenville, go see them this Friday at Art & Light. they'll be there along with so many other beautiful things. plus a few free eats. 6-9pm. may 6.}
and i've been thinking a lot about prayer these past days. the continual conversation i've been invited into. i so frequently miss out. and i don't want to. what would happen if i entered in more often? what do i subconsciously think Him not concerned with/not able to solve, so i don't bring it before Him? i don't bother Him with it.
and He's longing for me to come. so. in the midst of these mornings and afternoons of normal- i'm hoping to accept the invitation more often. be His daughter. share with my Dad what's going on. call Him up. hopeful.
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